to pull spirit into ground
to feel the heart moving
to watch itself drifting
from birth to death, death to birth
to belong to itself
When there is a limit to suffering
the soul demands change
When there is no limit to joy
the soul cries
When the child who screams
for those that have left
screams no more, the soul demands that child
crawl inside the dark forgiving cave
When the sun burns a hole in consciousness
the soul floods in like air escaping
into the vacuum
left by space
when spirit stands between worlds
the soul feels the days becoming long
demands motion
calls for power
and the bee wakes at dawn
to retrieve the nectar life left overnight
in honeyed flowers.
